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"Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order and everything becomes . . . ."
It started with a thief. She didn't know her name. The thief was fiery and impulsive.
Maybe that's what landed her in the company of the anarchistic clown demolishing the city. And his envious blonde sidekick, and a sadistic psychiatrist who had a penchant for experimenting on his patients. They knew who she was. They all did, but the thief herself didn't. She'd been asking the wrong question the entire time.
It all started with the Joker and a thief.
(A/N: I DO NOT in any way, shape, or form own anything besides the OCs and plot.)